O great spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds
And whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me:
I come before you one of your many children.
I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes
Ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
And my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things
You have taught my people,
The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers
But to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me ever ready to come to you
With clean hands and straight eyes
So that when life fades as a fading sunset
My spirit may come to you without shame.
-A Sioux prayer by Yellow Lark
excerpted from here
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Beautiful.
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